In the Hills of Northern Missouri
Tree-covered hills are a poem
lines folded upon themselves
hidden meanings like the lake
nestled in hills reflecting the sun.
Lines folded upon themselves
each have two obscure meanings
nestled in hills reflecting the sun
on a late summer day spent alone.
Each has two obscure meanings
the lines upon a page
on a late summer afternoon spent alone.
I have conversations with the blue sky.
The lines upon a page
tell a story of the land I've found.
I have conversations with the blue sky
listening to whispers of spirits around me.
To tell a story of the land I've found
my thoughts turn to those left at home.
Listening to whispers of spirits around me
I linger in reflections of the sun.
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2016